Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

A/N: Okay so my muse hasn't been nice... I had one night of freedom and it went, slowing trying to rope it back in it but here is what has become of the next chapter!

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Later that night everyone bar Andy, Owen, Lance and Kat were gathered, Derek and Penelope had long since got back and were now cuddling on the sofa, a hot water bottle to Penelope's side as she refused to take anything for the pain that was now getting her back for her earlier ploy to cheer up Derek. The silence was broken when Penelope sat up.

'Where you going kiddo?' Carl asked intrigued.

'Give me a laptop.'

'Tell us why?'

'I want to bring Lance and Owens wedding forward.'

'But why?'

'I ruined it, I'm making it better.' She saw everyone about to object. 'No! Don't any of you dare.' She said and smiled. 'We have another week here, right?' Hotch nodded, the team had been given leave, for not only solving the case, or the situation with Penelope but they were also owed time. 'Well I'm sure... no I'm positive we can get everything ready for as soon as.'

'You sure?'

'No... I thought I'd say it for the fun of it!' She said sarcastically. 'We can do this.'

'Pen...'

'I'm up for it too! Everything's ready, their plans, our outfits, we just need a new date.'

'I'm on it.' Hotch said leaving and grabbing his phone, he then came back in. 'You're idea... but let us do this.' He said knowing Penelope. JJ, Emily, Carl and Rossi then left grabbing their phones.

Everyone left in the room looked at Penelope as she got comfortable against Derek again; all looking in amazement at how she easily put herself aside lately to make everyone happier. She had sheer determination scrawled across her features and that was a definite good sign to see. When everyone gathered again smiles were shared.

'I'm going to take a stab in the dark but is that a good sign?'

'Church is free Wednesday.'

'Day after tomorrow?' Penelope said happily.

'Yup, midday.'

'Flowers, cars sorted.'

'Cake sorted.... reception hall... all free and can be done!'

'This is a miracle of sorts right?'

'I had the list who was attending; they are all sorting it as we speak.'

'You're serious just like that?'

'Pen... news travels fast in this place... everyone knew about you, all understood and we said you were sorting it out and everyone jumped at the chance.'

'Yeah okay bro.'

'No lie... when you lot left the party the other day everyone couldn't believe you were back... Pen some of them haven't seen you since high school... everyone noticed a change in you for the better but you are still the Penelope they all knew.' She blushed. 'You need to stop looking so shocked at this news.' She remained silent, the pains radiating more from her jumbled amounts of movement. 'People still remember you kiddo.'

'Yeah... don't doubt that.' Joel joined in. 'You were the mix of all groups.'

'Mix?' Derek asked intrigued.

'Let's say Pen climbed out of her bedroom window on many occasions to go to parties.' Derek laughed. 'She could flitter between groups and just fit.'

'How did mom put it kiddo?' Carl mused. 'Oh yeah... you were her little social butterfly.' Penelope smiled as she remembered their mom saying it, she even heard it, in her mom's caring tone. 'She'd be proud of you.'

'And dad.'

'So I've been told.' Penelope said smiling. 'Plus I wasn't the only one to sneak out... who was it that told me how to do it properly?'

'That would be me.' George owned up. 'With Andy's help.' He said sweetly. 'You learnt off the best.'

'Except cooking... that I learnt from mom or myself.'

'Well none of us could cook to save our lives.'

'And now?'

'I still can't.' Joel said jokingly. 'These three are impressively good.'

'No fire department business?'

'Well... if they were I wouldn't be able to live it down... the fire fighter not able to put out a fire.' Carl said making them laugh.

'Sounds a lot like Derek eh mom?' Desiree quipped shooting Derek a look.

'Oh yeah... we still get Christmas cards.' Fran said laughing as Derek rolled his eyes.

'I'll vouch here for my husband! He cooks some mean meals... some of my best I might add.' They all looked at her. 'We used to swap places, he'd cook, then I'd cook... let's say your man here stayed at mine a week to get me over the flu... I've never tasted better soup or any other food for that matter... something about a Morgan family recipe.'

'Hey baby girl... what about those Garcia family recipes?'

'I told you I would tell you when we were married and the time was right.'

'Well you're going to have 3-4 weeks of all different cooking but your own.' He saw her about to argue with him. 'Let's see you have me, when I'm not around there's your brothers, Lance and Owen, my mom, my sisters, Jimmy...'

'3- 4 weeks.' She groaned.

'At least Garcia.' Hotch warned and flashed her a smile as she realised his used her maiden name, he meant business. 'You do the Penelope crap on any of us, I'll extend it.' He saw her about to put up a protest. 'I'm not having you stressing and running yourself into the ground.... got it.'

'Yes Sir.' He looked at his watch. 'Now I think its time you and Morgan got some rest... we have lots of plotting to keep under wraps for Wednesday.' He said and helped her stand as Derek stood next to her, she then got multiple hugs before being lead to the bedroom whilst everyone said their goodnights and filed out of the room and headed home, all of them looking forward to the surprise on Wednesday, all were going to ready themselves to pass the blame onto Penelope, after all she was the master mind behind it all and deserved the praise the most.